“......”0

The shadow warriors were B-class players. Moreover, only those with outstanding combat skills were chosen to guard Jeong Ru-Han.0

Yet, one of them was beaten by a student? Did someone intervene? Jeong Ru-Han looked around suspiciously, but all he saw were the shadow warriors disguised as cleaners and students staring at Kang Jae-Hyeok in amazement. 0

He scoffed. “Hah, you think your skills are similar to mine?” While speaking, he snatched Hae-Rin’s wrist and pulled hard. His unspoken message to her was clear: You’re mine. Don’t you dare cross me. “I heard you were level 10 not long ago. Was it a false rumor? What type of trick did you use?”0

“......” 0

Jae-Hyeok continued to ignore Jeong Ru-Han. He stared at Hae-Rin, still proffering his hand.0

Jeong Ru-Han gritted his teeth.0

He was already used to being ignored by Jae-Hyeok. That wasn’t what riled him. Rather, what made him angry was Hae-Rin’s reaction. Her hesitant attitude of wanting to grab Jae-Hyeok’s hand...0